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The gym closes in two hours, but Mark takes his time to stretch out his body. He prefers coming to the gym at night when there aren't as many people around and most of the machines are free. He scans the room; there’s a girl on the treadmill with headphones sitting on top of her head as she runs, another girl packing up her duffle bag as she gets ready to head out and a guy doing pull ups, but Mark’s gaze stops across the room at him.
He’s also doing some stretches, bending forward as his fingers brush at the top of his shoes. The black Under Armour shirt is tight against his body and Mark can properly see his muscles move with each stretch he does. He reaches for his water bottle on the bench beside him, takes a sip and Mark watches with rapt attention as his adam’s apple bob when he drinks. He goes back to setting up the weights in front of him, pulling out more plates from the cart next to him.
There is another reason Mark prefers working out so late and it’s because of him, Johnny. It’s been about a month since Johnny started coming to Mark’s gym and ever since then Mark hasn’t really made any real progress in his workout routine. The first time Johnny took off his drenched shirt from an intense session, Mark nearly injured himself when he dropped a 20 pound dumbbell near his foot out of shock.
Needless to say, Mark has a small gym crush.
Mark pats his own face to remind himself why he’s actually here. Today is leg day and Mark is determined to put in some work. But the leg curl machine is right by the weights section which is where Johnny is. Mark hasn’t spoken to him properly before, just head nods of acknowledgement from time to time or a quiet ‘hi’ when they pass each other in the changing room.
Mark wouldn’t know how to have an actual conversation with Johnny. ‘Hey man! Your arms look amazing today’ or ‘How many pounds can you lift? Think you can lift me? Haha just kidding’ is not something that he would say to a complete stranger. Maybe admiration from far away is the best way to go.
He walks towards the leg curl machines, trying his best not to make eye contact with the other man. He notices the barbell on the ground has several heavy plates on each side and his eyes go wide as he blurts out, “Holy shit man, that’s insane.”
He hears a chuckle before he does a double take at Johnny who is stretching his arms.
“Yeah, but it gets easier with time and practice,” Johnny says as he puts on fingerless weight lifting gloves. Mark can’t help but watch as Johnny pulls the straps tight around his wrist and Mark would have whimpered if he wasn’t aware of his surroundings.
“You come here often?” Johnny asks. Mark snaps his head up thinking he misheard what Johnny had just said. Johnny must have noticed the funny expression on Mark’s face before he laughs and corrects himself, “I mean, I see you around here a lot. I’m Johnny, by the way.”
He reaches a hand out for a handshake and Mark quickly shakes his hand, relishing the tight grip that Johnny has before it’s over too soon.
“Yeah, I know,” Mark mutters but Johnny seems to catch it and repeats, “You know?”
“I mean! Your water bottle! It … uhm … has your name on it …” Mark wants to die.
“Oh! You’re right, it does,” Johnny laughs again and if Mark wasn’t wishing for a hole to swallow him up, he would have noticed Johnny waiting for him to introduce himself.
“And… your name? Unless you don’t want to tell me, which is cool too.”
“No! No! I mean yes, I do want to tell you. I’m Mark.”
God. Mark feels like a fucking dork.
The chuckle that Johnny lets out makes Mark’s cheeks flush. “Well Mark, are you interested in lifting?”
“Oh uhm, I’ve never actually tried it. Don’t think I’m ready,” Mark replies. He’s only been using dumbbells and the most he’s ever lifted was 50 pounds and even then, he struggled a bit. So safe to say he definitely isn’t ready to be lifting however many pounds Johnny is going to do.
“That’s cool. Start small and work your way up. I can show you if you’d like,” Johnny suggests.
Mark didn’t expect to be having a conversation with Johnny today, nevertheless have Johnny teach him how to lift. He certainly isn’t going to let this chance slip away, so he nods and says, “Ok.”
Johnny smiles and grabs a thick belt off the bench. He wraps it around his waist and clicks it into place. He pats it and says, “It’s a lever belt. Helps with support.” And with that, he gets into position, legs apart and bent, fingers gripping the metal bar and with a deep grunt, he lifts with his legs. In a couple of seconds, Johnny manages to lift up the barbell, arms threatening to burst from his sleeves before dropping it to the ground with a loud thud.
In one swift motion, he unlocks the belt from his waist and rips it off and Mark swears underneath his breath. He has never been this attracted to someone before.
“And it’s that simple,” Johnny huffs, running his fingers through his hair to push it back.
Mark laughs in disbelief. “Simple? You’ve gotta be kidding me. How many pounds was that?”
Johnny does a quick scan at the weights and muses, “Probably … around 400?” Mark’s jaw goes slack and he tries to suppress the shudder that creeps up his spine.
“You’re fucking joking,” Mark gasps, half in amusement and half in horror.
“Ok, maybe not that simple. But come here.” Johnny tugs Mark towards him and he stumbles over. Now that he’s standing next to Johnny, he finally gets to see him up close and fuck this man is atleast a head taller than Mark.
Mark has to swallow the lump in his throat.
“Alright. I’m gonna take off a few pounds. Think you can do 250?”
Mark shook his head. There is no way, that’s almost twice his own body weight.
“Let’s try 150 then.” Johnny starts pulling some of the weights off the barbell and switching them with lighter ones.
Johnny taps his shoulder and says, “Lift your arms up.” Mark looks over and sees the belt that Johnny was wearing before in his hands.
“Gonna put this on you, so lift your arms up.”
“Oh, ok,” Mark mutters before bringing his hands over his head. He senses Johnny stepping behind him and then the belt is around his waist. With his arms up, his shirt rides up just a bit and he feels Johnny’s fingertips graze against the skin of his stomach and he lets out a sigh. He quickly regrets the noise that he makes, but if Johnny heard, he showed no reaction. Johnny snaps the belt into place and pats Mark’s waist, signaling that he’s done.
“Is it too tight?” Johnny asks.
“N-No. All good.”
Mark is not all good.
“Cool. So the correct way to lift is feet apart at shoulder width. Right. Your feet should be underneath the bar. Now bend using your knees, not your back,” Johnny instructs and Mark does his best to follow. He feels Johnny’s hand on his hip, guiding him into the right position. He feels so close and Mark doesn’t dare look back as he just tries to focus on what Johnny is saying to him.
“Good. That’s right. Now hold the bar, wait, hands should be just on the outside of your legs.” Johnny's hands are now suddenly on top of Mark’s as he helps slide his hands closer to the end of the bar. His hands are warm and fingers slightly calloused and Mark has to breathe out to steady himself.
“Good. Now keep your back straight and lift with your knees ok?” Johnny moves his hand away from his own to settle on his lower back and at this point, Mark feels the sweat building despite not even doing anything yet.
“On the count of three, you’re gonna lift, ok?”
Mark doesn’t trust his voice, so he just nods.
“One.”
Mark tightens his grip around the bar.
“Two.”
He takes a deep breath.
“Three!”
He lifts with his knees as he was told, but like he suspects, it was definitely a lot harder for a first timer and his knees buckle, the bar slipping from his sweaty palms and before he can fall onto the ground, a hand pulls him back up by the belt.
“Woah there. Careful now,” Johnny says, sounding worried. Mark’s heart skips a beat, not sure if it’s from the shock or Johnny holding him up just by the belt. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. My palms were sweaty,” Mark admits, making a show of wiping his palms on his shorts.
“Ah shit. I should have given you the gloves too. Sorry about that.” Johnny apologizes, but Mark is already past it cause he still has an arm around Mark, his grip on the belt is tight like if he were to let go, Mark would collapse to the ground. Mark certainly doesn’t mind the closeness because he can literally smell the sweat that was seeping through Johnny’s tight shirt. The front of Johnny’s shirt is slightly damp and Mark can see the outlines of his abs.
Fuck. He feels himself growing hard in his shorts and he needs to leave now.
“It’s fine. Uhm. I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Mark says as he tries to squirm out of Johnny's grasp.
“Not so fast.” Johnny pulls him back by the belt and Mark almost squeaks from the sudden tug. “Need to get this off of you first.” Johnny’s long fingers grip the clasp and with a rough pull, the belt falls from his waist. Mark’s head is spinning and he prays that Johnny doesn’t see the tent in his shorts.
“All good. You can go,” Johnny says with a slap to his shoulder which causes him to almost trip over his own two feet. What a mess.
Mark doesn’t utter another word as he sprints to the men’s bathroom. Thankfully all the stalls are empty as he darts into a random one and slams the door behind him, clicking the lock into place.
He leans against the door, lets out an exasperated sigh before looking down and lo and behold, his dick is hard.
“Shit,” Mark sighs. As much as he is mortified, he’s also fucking horny. He isn’t a teenager anymore and shouldn’t be popping boners at inappropriate times. But here he is, pushing his shorts down to his knees and bunching his sweaty gym shirt up and biting the hem so he doesn’t make that much noise when he wraps a hand around his dick.
He moans around the fabric in his mouth, his eyes slipping shut. He can still faintly smell Johnny’s sweat and it makes him fist his cock faster. He would do anything to lick the droplets of salt off the man’s skin. He shudders at the thought of Johnny manhandling him, knowing that he can easily do so without breaking a sweat.
As he rubs a thumb across the head of his dick, precome gathering at the tip, he imagines what Johnny would do to him. He wants those thick arms around him again, wants his rough fingertips running up and down his body. His calloused fingers rubbing his sensitive nipples has his legs trembling. Mark tries to mimic his own imagination, a hand running up his chest to pinch at his hardened nipples and he groans.
It’s not enough, but it’ll have to do.
He tightens his grip around his cock, chasing the much needed climax. If Johnny could see him right now, he would laugh at how needy he is right now, cooing at how desperate he is for some cock. Johnny would say he’s doing a good job, that he’s such a good boy for him.
“Getting all sloppy for me, aren’t you. So cute.”
Johnny would open him up with those long fingers, curling them at the right angle that makes Mark moan and tremble. He would be such a tease, tapping the rim of Mark’s winking hole, waiting to hear him beg for the other’s cock. Oh god, his cock. If the man’s proportions play out right, then there is no doubt that his cock is just as girthy and big like the rest of him.
“Fuck. Look at how fucking desperate you are for my cock, hm? We’re barely even acquaintances and you’re acting like a whore.’
Mark whines. The hem of his shirt falling from his mouth as he pants into the empty bathroom. He twists his wrist, using the precome to get his cock even wetter as he fucks up into his own fist. He gathers some of the precome between his fingers and reaches back to rub at his hole. Johnny wouldn’t wait to push his cock inside him, fucking him with intense vigor as his hands grip his waist. He’s the type to leave bruises, hand pressing hard against the side of Mark’s body and Mark won’t even complain because he wants the aftermath to be imprinted on his skin. He wants every fingertip that Johnny presses against his body to last.
But Johnny won’t stop there. He loves the show off so what better way than to lift Mark and fuck him standing up. With Mark’s arms around his broad shoulders and legs clasped around his waist, Johnny would fuck Mark just like that because he can. Johnny is strong and Mark is so weak towards strong men that he would let Johnny fuck him like a ragdoll. Use him until he’s limp in his arms and drooling.
The perfect little cocksleeve for Johnny.
Mark feels his core tighten and his arm is sore from jerking off, but he’s so close. With a few more pumps, he cums onto the tiled bathroom floor with a shaky moan. He slumps to the ground, avoiding his mess as he catches his breath. After a few minutes, the regret finally settles in as he quickly grabs a wad of toilet paper to clean up the floor before flushing the evidence down the toilet.
He can’t believe that he just jacked off in a public toilet. He groans as he tries not to bang his head on the wall. He pulls his shorts up and unlocks the door, peering out to make sure no one else is there before deeming it safe to walk to the sink and wash his hands. He catches the reflection in the mirror and notices his face is flushed red, his shirt crumpled and shit there is a bit of cum on his shorts.
He wet a paper towel and hastily scrubs at the spot, hoping it doesn’t stain. As he goes to grab some more paper towels, the door to the bathroom opens and Johnny steps in and Mark freezes.
“Hey, you ok? You were in here for a bit, so I thought I’d check up on you,” Johnny says.
Marks drops the bunched up paper towels into the trash and quickly answers, “Yeah! Yes. Totally fine. Haha.”
Johnny raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question Mark’s disheveled appearance.
“The gym is closing soon, so I think we should be heading out. But if you’re still interested in learning how to lift, I’ll be down to teach you,” Johnny offers.
Mark is kind of stunned, but he doesn’t hesitate when he replies with, “I’m totally down with that.”
“Alright,” Johnny lips quirk up to the side. “Give me your phone.”
Mark digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He was about to hand it over before Johnny said, “Unlock it. I’m gonna put my number in.”
Mark fumbles with the face ID as he almost drops his phone. He composes himself enough to hand over the phone to Johnny who saves his number. He passes it back and says, “Let me know when you’re free.”
“Y-Yeah. I will,” Mark stutters as he watches Johnny head out of the bathroom with a wave. When the bathroom door shuts behind him, Mark looks down at his phone, staring daftly at Johnny’s number. Mark has Johnny's number.
Holy shit!
Progress was definitely made today.